| I don’t talk, I just pull up and show it
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| Park the car, chaffuer open my door
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| It’s bullshit you talkin', I smell the manure
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| Shitted on my toilet
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| Ran out of toilet tissue, wipe my ass with hunnids
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| Like the repo man, you know I’m coming for you
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| Every time I hit, she don’t wanna fuck the same
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| I don’t know what she feel me but I know
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| And that’s that feeling she get when she see me
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| And that’s that feeling she get when she with me
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| Talkin' bout that feeling you get when I’m fuckin'
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| But I can tell 'em about them feelings I get when you touch me
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| That’s that feeling that she love when I beat up that pussy
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| That’s that same feeling hurt that pussy, left her
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| That’s that same feeling she get from me cause I’m different
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| And all the feelings she’ll get if I go missing
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| And so filling to show her attention
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| Uh, the way you feel about me girl, I feel the same
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| Don’t make no deal about it, money ain’t a thang
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| Give you the house up on that hill in my last name
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| Promise you can have it all if you never change
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| I want the keys to your safe deposit box
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| After that you just might give me the key to your heart
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| Give me the key to your car, but I don’t need 'em, right Quan?
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| Pull that big auto strap
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| She get to thinkin' I’m cheating but really I am not
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| Her friends keep tellin' her I’m cheatin cause they want her spot
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| Feelings for Rich Homie done got her fucked up
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| Not in a bad way because I’m starting to say
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| You can’t trust none of these bitches when feelings involved
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| You can’t love none of these bitches when money’s involved
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| Fish that pussy cause I love you even though I’m becoming a dog
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| Why she huggin me life this? |
| I know why
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| And that’s that feeling she get when she see me
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| And that’s that feeling she get when she with me
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| Talkin' bout that feeling you get when I’m fuckin'
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| But I can tell 'em about them feelings I get when you touch me
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| That’s that feeling that she love when I beat up that pussy
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| That’s that same feeling hurt that pussy, left her
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| That’s that same feeling she get from me cause I’m different
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| And all the feelings she’ll get if I go missing
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| And so filling to show her attention
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| She feel on me like a refrigerator
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| I’m one feeling where she couped out, eat pussy for dinner
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| I hit her with that wood, she left cause you let her
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| Just cause you tottin a gun don’t mean you real nigga
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| I know niggas out of town who’ll deal with ya
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| Knock you out, fly back now they chillin
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| I don’t even need no security, why Quan?
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| Cause this pistol here secure me
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| And that’s that feeling she get when she see me
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| And that’s that feeling she get when she with me
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| Talkin' bout that feeling you get when I’m fuckin'
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| But I can tell 'em about them feelings I get when you touch me
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| That’s that feeling that she love when I beat up that pussy
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| That’s that same feeling hurt that pussy, left her
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| That’s that same feeling she get from me cause I’m different
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| And all the feelings she’ll get if I go missing
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| And so filling to show her attention |